Poetry
In Spring, After She Calls Me
Sink Hollow 2021 Contest Issue
Whiskey-dick:
the reason Alex told me he couldn’t slide himself in.
I understand.
On a couch, we’d drained the whiskey--
apple spiced and swirled cinnamon.
Beyond Queer Words: A Collection of Poems
I Like to Sweep
I like to hide them there
so that the dismantling work we do
in therapy doesn't have to include
me.
Sink Hollow 2020 Contest Issue
Painting a One-night
The lifeblood of the culture.
Beauty in non-solidity. Doorbells
that ring like knocks on wood.
Sink Hollow 20217 Contest Issue